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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.