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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Smog,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.