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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.