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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.