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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.