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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.