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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Hoover,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.