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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.