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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Suicide,
MDC,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.