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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.