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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.