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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.