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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.