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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Franke,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.