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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.