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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.