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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Technova,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.