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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.