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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.