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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.