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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
The Index,
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.