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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.