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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.