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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.