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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Magma,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.