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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.