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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.