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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.