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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.