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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.