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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.