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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.