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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Niagra,
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.