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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.