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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.