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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.