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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.