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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.