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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.