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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.