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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Nico,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.