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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Black Moon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.