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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.