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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Evens 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.