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 China and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.