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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.