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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
CMW,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.