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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Organ,
This Heat,
Visage,
The Motions,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.