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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.