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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.