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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.