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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.