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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.