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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.