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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.