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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.