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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.