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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.