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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.