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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Index,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.