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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.