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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.