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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Faust,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.