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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.