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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.