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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.