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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.