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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.