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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.