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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.