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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Erykah Badu 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.