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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.