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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.