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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.