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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.