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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.