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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.