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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.