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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.