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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.