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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Wings,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.