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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Can,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.