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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.