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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The Names,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.