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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.