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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
MC5,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.