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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.