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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Japan,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Pole,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.