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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kenny Larkin 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.