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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.