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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.