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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
New Order,
CMW,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.