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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.