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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.