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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.