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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.