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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.