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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.