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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.