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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.