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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.