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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.