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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Technova to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.