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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lyres to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.