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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.