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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.