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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.