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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.