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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.