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 Chile 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.