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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.