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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.