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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.