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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.