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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.