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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.