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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.