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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.