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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Motorama,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.