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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.