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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.