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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.