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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Cramps 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.