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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.