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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Busters,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.