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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.