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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.