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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.