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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Nas,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.