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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.