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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Television,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.