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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.