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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.