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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.