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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Rekid,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.