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 United States and from Accra.
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 Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.