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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.