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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.