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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.