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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.