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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.