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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.