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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.