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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.