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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.