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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Little Man,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.