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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Franke,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.