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 Ghana 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.