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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.