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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.