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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Franke,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.