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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.