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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.