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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
the Normal,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
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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.