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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Can,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Fear,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.