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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.