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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.