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 Swaziland 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.