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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.