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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
UT,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Zapp,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.