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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.