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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.