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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.