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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.