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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.