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 Angola and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.