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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.