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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.