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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.