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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.