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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.