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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.