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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.