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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.