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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.