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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.