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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Black Pus,
The Index,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.