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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.