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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.