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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.