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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.