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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.