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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.