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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.