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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.