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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.