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 France and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.