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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.