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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Vogues,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.