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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
cv313,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.