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 Albania 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.