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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Flipper,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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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.