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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.