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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Wings,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.