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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Scion to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.