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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.