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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.