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 Austria 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
MC5,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.