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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.