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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Gong,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.