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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.