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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.