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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.