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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Selecter to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.