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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.