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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.