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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.