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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.