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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.