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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.