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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.