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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.