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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.