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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.