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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.