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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.