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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.