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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.