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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Nas,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.