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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.