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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.