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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
UT,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.