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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.