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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.