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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.