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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.