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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.