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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.