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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.