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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.