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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Fear,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.