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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.