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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.