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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Scion to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.