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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.