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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.