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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.