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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.