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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.