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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.