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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.