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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.