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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.