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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.