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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.