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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.