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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.