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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.