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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.