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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.