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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.