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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.