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 Israel 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.