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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Gong,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.