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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.