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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.