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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.