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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.