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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.