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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.