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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.