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 South Africa 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.