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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.