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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.