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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.