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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.