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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.