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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Can,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.