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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.