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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.