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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.