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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.