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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.