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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.