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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Television,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.