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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.