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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.