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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Magma,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.