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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.