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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.