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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.