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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.