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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
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The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.