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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.