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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.