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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Skriet,
PIL,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.