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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Zapp,
June Days,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.