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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Index,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.