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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.