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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.