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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.