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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.