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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.