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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
June of 44,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Visage,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.