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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.