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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.