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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.