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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.