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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Q65,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.