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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.