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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
DNA,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.