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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
CMW,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.