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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.