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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.