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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.