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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.