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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.