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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Franke,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.