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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.