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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 Smiths 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?
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
MC5,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.