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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.