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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mandrill 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.