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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Mars,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
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.