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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.