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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.