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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.