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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.