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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.