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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.