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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.