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 Somalia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.