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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
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.