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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.