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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.