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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Fear,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Monks,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.