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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.