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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.