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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.