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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Interpol,
AZ,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.