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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.