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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.