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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.