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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.