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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.