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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.