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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.