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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.