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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.