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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.