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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Television,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.