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 South Africa and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.