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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Technova,
the Association,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.