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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.