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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.