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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.