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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.