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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 United States of America to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.