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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Ludus,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.