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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.