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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.