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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.