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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.