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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.