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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.