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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.