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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.