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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Magma,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.