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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.