Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.