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 Guyana 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.