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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.