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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.