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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.