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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
the Association,
The Fall,
Organ,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.