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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.