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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.