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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.