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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.