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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.