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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Can,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.