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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.