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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.