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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 Lou Reed 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.