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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
UT,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.