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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Litter,
CMW,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Slave,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.