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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.