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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.