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 Latvia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.