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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.