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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.