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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.