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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.