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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.