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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.