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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.