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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.