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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.