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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.