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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.