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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.