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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.