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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.