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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.