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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.