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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.