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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.