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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.