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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.