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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.