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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.