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 Tuvalu 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
The Cure,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.