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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.