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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.