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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Lyres,
The Wake,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.