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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.