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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.