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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.