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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.