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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.