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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
the Normal,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.