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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.