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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.