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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.