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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.