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 Angola 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.