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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.