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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Can,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.