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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Slave,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.