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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.