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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.