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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.