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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Skarface,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.