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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.