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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.