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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.