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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.