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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.