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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.