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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.