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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.