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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.