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 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.