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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.