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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.