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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.