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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.