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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.