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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.