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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.