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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.