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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.