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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
JFA,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.