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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Can,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.