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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.