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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Visage,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.