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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Swans,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Japan,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Q65,
X-102,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.