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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.