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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.