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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.