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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.