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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.