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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Das Ding 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Brick,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.