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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.