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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.