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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.