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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.