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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.