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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
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Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.