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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.