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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.