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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.