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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.