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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Slave,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.