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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.