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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
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.