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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Nas,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.