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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Q65,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.