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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.