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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Ituana,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.