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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron 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?
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.