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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.