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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.