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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.