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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.