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 China and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.