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 Denmark 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.