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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Victims,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.