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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.