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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.