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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.