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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.