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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.