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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.