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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Wire,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.