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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.