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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.