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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.