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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.