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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.