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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.