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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
UT,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Franke,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.