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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.