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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Slave,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.