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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.