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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Crime,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Scion,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.