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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.