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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.