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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.