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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.