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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.