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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Zapp,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.