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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.