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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.