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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.