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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Organ,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.