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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.