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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.