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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.