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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Neu!,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.