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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.