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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.