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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Scion,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.